Oh, we rejoice to the hatred of disciples of man
To the dangers of love, and to the dirt of the land
To the bitter end of good, good friendships, to the burning of our hands

For there is life after fire, and there is birth after death
And there is good in us all, for there is evil so let us
Delight in the balance, let us rest in the beauty of our being

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Oh, when the chaos of storms break the foundations of homes
There is comfort in lightning, in the sting of the cold
There is hope in the sound of the thunder and the rising of the shore

And when the clouds are defeated by the warmth of the sun
We will long for the struggles of the battles we've won
For the taste of our joy is greater in the memories of loss

[vocalizing]

Oh, we rejoice to the hatred of disciples of man
To the dangers of love, and to the dirt of the land
To the bitter end of good, good friendships, to the burning of our hands

For there is life after fire, and there is birth after death
And there is good in us all, for there is evil so let us
Delight in the balance, let us rest in the beauty of our being

[vocalizing]